My Favorite Place
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I lived in a house next to some woods,
with no near neighbors or neighborhoods.
And I got to map each path and tree
within a five-mile circle of me.
Safeguarding secrets the forest had,
I'd take refuge there when feeling sad.
And finding comfort in solitude,
I'd go there cause grownups wouldn't intrude.
I'd shimmy up springy sapling trees
until they started bending with ease.
And descending gently to the ground,
I'd slowly drift down without a sound.
Every apple tree or berry patch
was rightly considered a fair catch.
And each bog and woodland I'd explore
was a pleasure I'd not had before.
The woods became my favorite place,
a getaway from life's daunting pace.
And I loved it when I'd spot a deer
calmly browsing with nothing to fear.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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